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- Like libraries with various shelves one files, moves, settles, our identities slowly recompose.

- I love you… me neither.

- My name is Rabbia Belbouab, I am 63,

- I come from Small Kabylie, I arrived in France when I was 6 and a half, in 1954.

- I directly went to school, as a fact, I rapidly realized that school was France and home was Algeria.

- I chose the education at school.

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- So on Thursdays I used to say that I was training with the school and I went to the movies.

- My father used to say: “They are not my children. That is not how I raised them.”

- But he wished we had been Algerians on the outside as well.

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- I didn’t want to be an Algerian, as a fact, that put me into trouble.

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- It was around the years 90-93.

- My daughters found a place to rent and they invited me to go to Corsica.

- And then, when I arrived something woke inside me,

- the smells first, the feeling of this heat, of this burning sun.

- I woke up, I had the impression I was in Algeria.

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- I have to come back to Algeria punctually, I let that thing on the side, I even forgot.

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